Anastasia's POV
"Because your mine!" He spat out. My heart raced, but not from love; it was from the hate of being controlled. "I own myself mr.bitch, so calm down!" I spoke rudely. His eyes were pitch black and he started shaking in anger.
"You. Don't. Disrespect. Your. Alpha." He took a step forward with each word; I honestly didn't think he could get any closer or scarier but I was wrong. "Your not even my alpha-" I paused glaring at him. "I'm. A. Rogue." I growled out. "Well hun, I kill rogues-" he sniffed my neck, "especially omegas." His dark, evil voice sent shivers down my spine, but I still kept being a smart ass. "Then kill me." I whispered into his ear.
He was shaking again, but backed away; he was fighting for control against his wolf. "No.... You will respect me and listen to me, carry my pups if I even want them with you, support my pack as a luna should, and be there for my pleasure. That's all you will ever be there for." Each word was laced with venom, killing me inside.
"Id rather die than carry your pups, your a monster."
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Broken Dreams Of A Werewolf (on hold)
VarulvMason black is an evil, ruthless alpha who kills every and any rogue who touches his land. He hates omegas and will kill them too ever since the last rogue attack. His mom died saving his sister and now his dad is with someone else. what happens whe...
